The Bubble Shots

So ya you failed, Couldn't strangle me long enough. The walls of your norms couldn't Nail me long enough. After all the ail,I thought  You'd let me sail. But no! You spewed your insecurity out, From a mouth under layers of grit, "You are a misfit ..misfit!" Alas! I found my word from a dim wit. All the sneers and jeers left behind, But a 'misfit' by my side. Now here I am forlorn with a misfit in my bag. Nobody​ will come if I shriek, groan or drag. So be it... I shrieked,I groaned,I dragged like a misfit. Dragged forward just forward  As this misfit isn't a coward. Now not a friend,a daughter,a sister,a cit  Am free being a misfit. So I moved bit by bit. An asylum I stumbled upon, Stared at its gate on and on. I saw that asylum became my body, Where gits of normalcy moved hastily. In a blink of an eye I came back to where I sit. The skin of normalcy peeled off me. With twigs,rebels, flowers & dreams, I knitted a tiara...

How would you define me? Am a detachable part of life around you just sucked in. The floating elixir of diversity you took in. Diversity of gases, fragrance and dust... stardust sometimes. Inside you I am,now called a breath. This time your breath. A part of you for sometime, Running in your veins. And here I am at my favorite place. The four chambers of purity, Glinting gold like some lake on a sunny noon, Your heart. And there I see it, You too have kept it inside. All this love still here, locked in shackles. Unfiltered yet untouched and unexplored. Unknown? I know not who you are, Man or woman, Young or old, Criminal or innocent, But everytime I stride to my favorite place, I see love. Everytime. Funny you are, human. Whining about that same little chunk of sunshine which you have been caging behind the veils of darkness inside. And yet again I will try my best. Hoping this time it will make a difference. Infused in your blood, I will stride to your...

In the summer of 50's I came to the country, Saw the sunkissed fields and the balmy evenings. Then you introduced me to the river Elsa, That magnificent, Like some flowing molten blue sapphire. You,who took me to that bridge. You,who had a baritone and You,who had those grey eyes and that dreamy gaze. And I who found you achingly handsome. That night you called me out, I came in my most beautiful purple dress. And the dreamy gaze you laid, sent some happy chills down my spine. But then you took me beyond the black stump, Where that baritone became deafening, That gaze made me ashen, Those hands which ripped off my most beautiful purple dress. And my shrieks muffled beneath your skin. My eyes were stabbed and my lifeless body thrown into Elsa. But now,I am beyond and here. For you took my sight, All shall die who I sense on the bridge. Of all this blood,none smells of you. And till then I will kill. It's not a haunted bridge it's...

Don't worry mother, I know the world is full of others, I will be okay, just believe me, For now I have to create my own glee, The shackles of doubt have held me long enough, No! not any more will I give in, Let me go and feel freedom,faith,love and gin, For I will bear all my deeds,good or bad Don't worry mother,also tell dad I will have you wherever I go, Your teachings and upbringing will always show, Believe me oh! mother just look further, I know you care, pain to me is your nightmare, But the same protectiveness will become my in-activeness, Let me go and learn, I will fail,fall and life will churn, But don't worry mother, I will be strong, confident, which is what I will earn, A life so limited,so protected is not what I yearn, Just believe me,I don't wanna die before death and mourn, The day I will be home, I promise you will be a proud mom, The scars you will see will be the fears I smashed, By then will have I accepted myself totally ...

Once upon a time, two young boys were playing on thin ice. As they were playing, one of them fell through that ice into the lake underneath. The other one tried hard and he couldn't reach his friend through that gap. So he walked up to a tree, pulled and broke a branch of enormous size. He came back and started beating the ice and he saved his friend. When the paramedics came and they were able to revive the kid, they were baffled and they couldn't understand that how did his friend break an enormous sized branch and then beat the ice and save his friend. They thought it was  IMPOSSIBLE. I ts not Practically possible to do so. Then the old man who was standing there said, "I can tell you how he did it." They said, "How? How he did it." The old man said, " There was no one here to tell him that he can't do it.". Everything is possible. If you listen to your heart and believe yourself. Everything is practical if you believ...

Jese faisla suna rhe ho hm, Bina tark vitark ke... Jese taul rhe ho hm, Kuch behisab niyamo ke tarazu me.. Naa seekha hmne krna pyaar, Aur keh diya "unhe" bekar.. Jb kaha hai kisine, Bhagwan hn Kan Kan me... To kese kar rhe hm,  Nafrat kisi kan se... Jb hm bhi bane usi kan ke... Jb hm bhi bane usi kan ke...